Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.